Title:  About the Old Hope

Author:   dante1208
Category:   Spiritual
Keywords:  Spiritual; Consience; Self-Knowledge

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What else can I do
If you still deny your true nature?

What else can I say
If you're still stabbing to yourself?

Not in vain,
The Grace is covering us,
In which the false kiss is getting naked,
For submerging us
Into the abyss.

Let's revive the Old Divinity!
Let's awake the New Tablets!

The Patience is just a helmet
Whereas we're accustomed to feel
The same heaviness;

And words only serve
To announce a sweet pain.

How I'd like to scrub my heart
To succumb around the superfluous religion!

How I'd like to shake my spirit
To procreate a new god!

The Earth does not call to the ones who are ghosts.

I have walked along centuries ago,
To know that the divine isn't gotten
By repressing the Beauty;

And also to be sure that,

If Spirituality has no direction to follow up;
It will become in Madness.

Comments on "About the Old Hope"
Posted by dante1208 on May 30, 2017
Thanks for reading my poem!

Posted by kornelia on May 30, 2017

Your poetry is a breath of fresh air. It has a deep voice and surely is greatly inspiring. I see many things reflected in this poem, humaine things and environmental things, philosophies of conscience and of a nature where the elemnts are still in tune, Greatly enjoyed the read and will surely read more of your work,